Lydia (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} watchergrrl) wrote,@ 1997-08-18 23:57:00 |
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oh, for heaven's sake
Very well, so I underestimated just how angry Travers would be. But until I knew what he was hiding how on earth was I to know?
And I think it's entirely unfair of Rudi to be angry with me too. Though I can understand it, since he spent twenty-four hours thinking I was dead. But it's not my fault that he didn't go through Milan or check his email on the way to Munich.
There's no point my telling you this, however, since I gather that you and mother are furious also. For heaven's sake, and for the last time, I am NOT DESMOND. You know perfectly well who inherited mother's brains and it wasn't him. I'm not about to charge into a den of werewolves with only one silver bullet left in my gun. But you're all united in thinking I'm liable to go rushing off half-cocked without preparation of any kind and with no idea what I'm facing. To which I have two things to say: if anyone would TELL me what I'm facing I would not have this problem, would I? And you people and Rudi are in such perfect accord that he might as well marry you instead of me and never have another argument for the rest of his life.
That is the good news of course, that Rudi has asked me to marry him. If only, he says, because he doesn't plan to take his eyes off me for more than ten minutes at a time for the rest of his life in any case, so he might as well.
Yes, of course I said yes, what do you think? After three days of marathon make-up - activities - I hadn't any resistance left and would happily have agreed to anything he suggested. (In the spirit of full honesty I may as well admit that I had already agreed to anything else he suggested and had probably forgotten by that point how to say no to him. Not that I ever have.)
You and mother seem to have decided in advance of your data that I'm a reckless idiot. In fact I behaved with all due caution based on the facts I had, and it is certainly not my fault that Travers had deliberately withheld pertinent information.
Rudi is coming by for dinner. More precisely he went home to change his shirt and is coming back to cook dinner for me, to give me a little more time to finish a draft of the "Appearances" chapter for tomorrow morning, when I'm due to see Travers, cap in hand, cowed and apologetic look on face, chapter in briefcase as a peace offering. I probably won't spend the whole evening working - at least, I certainly hope not - so need to finish what I can now. But in the interests of setting the story straight, I'll give you my side of the story tomorrow.
For now, please tell mother to calm down. You can add, if you wish, that Rudi is keeping an eye on me for her - she'll like that.
love, Lydia
Very well, so I underestimated just how angry Travers would be. But until I knew what he was hiding how on earth was I to know?
And I think it's entirely unfair of Rudi to be angry with me too. Though I can understand it, since he spent twenty-four hours thinking I was dead. But it's not my fault that he didn't go through Milan or check his email on the way to Munich.
There's no point my telling you this, however, since I gather that you and mother are furious also. For heaven's sake, and for the last time, I am NOT DESMOND. You know perfectly well who inherited mother's brains and it wasn't him. I'm not about to charge into a den of werewolves with only one silver bullet left in my gun. But you're all united in thinking I'm liable to go rushing off half-cocked without preparation of any kind and with no idea what I'm facing. To which I have two things to say: if anyone would TELL me what I'm facing I would not have this problem, would I? And you people and Rudi are in such perfect accord that he might as well marry you instead of me and never have another argument for the rest of his life.
That is the good news of course, that Rudi has asked me to marry him. If only, he says, because he doesn't plan to take his eyes off me for more than ten minutes at a time for the rest of his life in any case, so he might as well.
Yes, of course I said yes, what do you think? After three days of marathon make-up - activities - I hadn't any resistance left and would happily have agreed to anything he suggested. (In the spirit of full honesty I may as well admit that I had already agreed to anything else he suggested and had probably forgotten by that point how to say no to him. Not that I ever have.)
You and mother seem to have decided in advance of your data that I'm a reckless idiot. In fact I behaved with all due caution based on the facts I had, and it is certainly not my fault that Travers had deliberately withheld pertinent information.
Rudi is coming by for dinner. More precisely he went home to change his shirt and is coming back to cook dinner for me, to give me a little more time to finish a draft of the "Appearances" chapter for tomorrow morning, when I'm due to see Travers, cap in hand, cowed and apologetic look on face, chapter in briefcase as a peace offering. I probably won't spend the whole evening working - at least, I certainly hope not - so need to finish what I can now. But in the interests of setting the story straight, I'll give you my side of the story tomorrow.
For now, please tell mother to calm down. You can add, if you wish, that Rudi is keeping an eye on me for her - she'll like that.
love, Lydia
